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Albie let out a shuddering breath, then his weight was gone. And Percy was just about to complain until he realised he was only reaching for something.
Butter.
Percy smiled as he slid his pants down over the swell of his arse. Then he closed his eyes, the fire dancing behind his eyelids, the heat of the flames not comparable to the heat burning inside him.
He let his mind wander as Albie got them ready, knowing what was about to happen. Knowing he was about to get everything he wanted. As if he were the cat about to get the cream...
Literally.
Then Albie was at his entrance. The blunt head of his cock pushing in, stretching and breaching. Percy cried out, no need to be silent. No need to be anything other than who they really were.
Albie froze, his body trembling. “Percy?”
“More,” he said, raising his hips, spreading his legs. More of what, he wasn’t entirely sure. More pain, more pleasure, more of whatever Albie would give him.
Albie pushed in deeper, harder, groaning loudly. “Oh, this is heaven,” he whispered. “You take me to heaven, Percy.”
Percy groaned as he took all of him, and when he needed Albie to pull out a little, to move, to do anything, he remained still. He tried to roll his hips, growing desperate. “Albie, please.”
Albie’s hand on Percy’s hip stilled him, and he pressed an elbow into Percy’s back. “I want it too much,” he said, his voice tight. “I’m scared I won’t be gentle, and I don’t want to hurt you. Oh, Percy.”
“Have me however you want me,” Percy bit out, unable to move underneath him. “Just move, please, Albie. Please.”
Albie pulled out a little, the slide glorious, and then he pushed back in. Then he did it again, only he pushed back in harder. Then harder and deeper, over and over. It stole Percy’s breath, the pain and the pleasure and everything he’d wished for.
Albie hammered into him, grunting and groaning, unrestrained and free of inhibition.
It was magnificent.
Albie’s erection impaled him, and he drove into him as he held him down. And then he stopped, his breaths ragged. “I’m sorry,” he murmured into the back of Percy’s neck. “I can’t control myself.”
“Keep going,” Percy urged. “Exactly as before.”
Albie pulled back and slid in slower this time. He made a tortured sound, still breathing hard. “Can you endure it?”
“Always. Please don’t stop. Not until you finish inside me, and maybe not even then.”
Albie groaned out a deep, pained rumbling sound. But then he began to move again. Maybe not as hard and fast as before, but somehow deeper and just as beautiful. The sounds he made, the grunts and the groans with every thrust, and the way he let out a cry as he came.
Percy loved the feel of Albie inside him. The heat of it, the intimacy. And taking his seed, it set something inside of him on fire. A sense of being owned, of being claimed.
He belonged to Albie in ways he couldn’t explain.
It completed him.
He could have wept with the power of it, the emotions he felt. Tears filled his eyes and he let out a sob.
Albie pulled out of him quickly and turned him over. “Percy? What did I...? Are you...? Oh my?—”
Percy laughed and wiped his traitorous tears. “That was perfect. When you give me your seed, Albie. There are no words to describe it.”
This only seemed to confuse Albie. Embarrass him, even. “Oh, are you...?”
Percy laughed again, and let his hand fall back to the ground with a thud. “I am very good.”
Albie’s brow furrowed and he made a fuss, pulling Percy’s boots off, then his trousers, mumbling as he did.
Percy laughed again. “What are you doing?”
